Postcards From Malthusia DAY NINETY-TWO: Alison Grant

2 metres

 

the distance a spider strings his anchor strand

between elder and bramble, daisy and rose, sky and land

 

the shift the sea slips over sand the day we walk

apart, talking, taking in the air, the smell of sea rack

 

the span of white tailed eagle wings that circle mile on mile

the sprint the woodmouse darts to shelter in the log pile

 

the leap we take from rock to rock to cross the river

the length of a coffin, slowly lowered then gone forever

 

the depth of sinking, shedding soil and crumbled coastline;

it is the drop and height and width of running out of time

 

 

Alison Grant lives in Inverness, and works as a landscape architect and forester. She has had poems included in various anthologies, most recently in Waymaking, an anthology of women’s adventure writing published by Vertebrate Press.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s